If only I could shove
the past into a box
and set it on fire...
If only I could spill
those rubies into a sink
and let it go down the drain...
If only I could shoot
these silver arrows into the wind
and hit everything on its way...
Then,
I will wave goodbye
to your aesthetic world
where even angels
wearing innocent smiles
can turn into devious vampires.
YOU ARE READING
Across the Blue Horizon
PoetrySail with me across the blue horizon. I will let you swim through my ocean of thoughts. Surf the waves of my emotions and dive under the deepest trench of my soul. Enjoy the privilege of reading the usual late night conversations with my drunken a...
